Mamta, i am so sorry for your loss...Please allow me to extend to you and your ....Respects,Prayers & Codolences from Me and mine, A most beautful, gripping memorial/dedicational ...One i am sure your endered Sister is smiling down on, as well as upon you, right now ! ~FjR~25 Jul 2011 by Frank James Ryan, Jr. / FjR

mamtaji... only pain has depth... not the seas...25 Jul 2011 by PrEmJi PrEmJi

Childhood memories shared, seem so very poignant, when the one who shared is gone. Sometimes it is best to cry as it helps the healing. Then remember all the happy times you had together. A lovely poem in memory of your sister Mamta25 Jul 2011 by Bob Blackwell

A poignant write...thanks for sharing thses lovely memories with us Mamta25 Jul 2011 by Sandra Martyres

Mamta, in coming back to re-visit this lovely dedicational to your sister, i began reading the other comments, and somehow, i think i may have misunderstood your tensing, as in your intro yousay in memory ofa loved one lost & gone...which if i had stopped for an extra moment to think,before jumping into the poem itself,i might have interpeted,"in memory" as an anniversary of your Sister passing, as opposed to my interpreting it as being a very recent loss,as in the past week.However,upon re-reading this jeweled work,i see through your imaged jaunt back to years past with her....that once again i may have missed yet another opportunity to interpret the work accurately....So, all that blather said...The dedicational is gorgeous, and as the others have collectively said....your memories are everso important....And i agree, wholeheartedly,as in some special way, your ability to revel in these images, will always keep her close to you in Mind & Heart! ~FjR~25 Jul 2011 by Frank James Ryan, Jr. / FjR

Your sister still lives in these lines and your thoughts Mamta.Well expressed.25 Jul 2011 by sugi

It is not make believe Mamtaji, it is self-consolation.... I remember my mother winding jasmine strands around my brothers fallen wrists when alive now where others place roses I strew Jasmines on his grave.... memories never fade... and our tears only widen the river in between my grand mother used to say... stills tears they peep while I read for her, for him, for you and for me....27 Jul 2011 by Angelina Pandian

A very special poem for your Sister Mamta and your offering of
fruit and chocolates reaches and touches me deeply. Your last stanza is particularly poignant~29 Jul 2011 by Karin Anderson